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Abbeys, Grykes and Waterfalls – a workshop in God’s County

If you’re a regular reader then you will know that I do go on about Yorkshire. God’s county and all that. Which is true, it is. But at long last I’ve decided to turn my Yorkshire passion into a bit of a business venture. So last week I ran my first photography workshop up North, and prayed for some decent, photogenic weather…

Gordale Scar

Gordale Scar

River Wharfe

River Wharfe

Scaleber Force

Scaleber Force

God didn’t play ball – it was boiling hot, and the skies remained stubbornly blue and cloudless. But photography is all about pointing the camera in the right direction, so we just cut out the sky…

The Strid

The Strid at medium flow

The Strid at pace

Boiling Strid

The calm Strid

Calm Strid

 

It’s true that I failed to convince the rest of the family that this is work, not play. Never mind, they’ll get used to it…

Malham Cove Grykes

Malham Cove Grykes

Conistone tree

Conistone tree

That tree in close up

That tree in close up

 

We even tried a dawn shot (that’s up at 4am with tripod legs set up by 4.20am…) only to get eaten by the Malham Midge!

Midge infested Malham Tree

Midge infested Malham Tree

 

But it was fun! Two days dedicated to all things photographic, in a series of locations covering Abbeys, Grykes and Waterfalls. Landscape, wide vistas, close ups, panos, iPhone and DSLR, colour, black & white and infra red, post processing. We did the whole caboodle.

Bolton Abbey (in Yorkshire of course)

Bolton Abbey (in Yorkshire, naturally)

My workshop customer, trying hard not to fall in.

My workshop customer, trying hard not to fall in.

Goat Scar Lane

Goat Scar Lane

Catrigg Force

Catrigg Force

Scaleber Force

Scaleber Force

My thanks go to Leona for being a very willing workshop guinea pig, and if you fancy a workshop in God’s County, then let me know!

(She kept nicking my tripod)

(She kept nicking my tripod)

 

 

 

 


A tranquil torrent

You will have to excuse my little Yorkshire obsession…  It’s my birth county, and, in the nature of many Yorkshireman, I am inordinately proud of it.

Late afternoon at Bolton Abbey

Late afternoon at Bolton Abbey

This is a particularly beautiful spot. Bolton Abbey and the River Wharfe. Here it looks placid, gentle. Mind you, cross those stepping stones – there are 60 of them – and one slip and you’ll be wishing you were in a warmer county…

The Strid

The Strid

Just upriver is the Strid. A God-send in God’s county for photographers. Suddenly the  Wharfe gets a cob on and turns into a furious harpy, a boiling virago. Not to be messed with. Falling in here (30 feet deep, huge undercurrents) and you’re a goner.

Not the place to slip...

Not the place to slip…

 

Boiling but ice cold

Boiling but ice cold

And, much like a virago, suddenly everything is tranquillity and peace again. Calm surfaced, serene, temperate. But deep below the river is icy cold.

Calmly flowing on.

Calmly flowing on.

A river and a county of contrasts. But always beautiful…

Cool reflections

Cool reflections

 

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